Part 8 (1/2)

”Want to come and have a look?” asked Harry, as Ned paused in the patch of woods, which were in deeper darkness than the rest of the countryside, for night was fast falling.

”Have a look at what?” asked Ned, who was thinking many thoughts just then.

”At the elephant I saw back of the Swift factory. I wouldn't be skeered if you came along.”

”Well, I'm going over to see Tom Swift, anyhow,” answered Ned, ”so I'll walk that way. You can come if you like. I don't care about spying on other people's property--”

”I wasn't spyin'!” exclaimed Harry quickly. ”I just happened to look.

And then I seen something.”

”Well, come on,” suggested Ned. ”If there's anything there, we'll have a peep at it.”

His idea was not to try to see what Tom was evidently endeavoring to conceal, but it was to observe whence Harry had made his observation, and be in a position to tell Tom to guard against unexpected lookers-on from that direction.

During the walk back along the course over which Harry had run so rapidly a little while before, Ned and the boy talked of what the latter had seen.

”Do you think it could be some new kind of elephant?” asked Harry. ”You know Tom Swift brought back a big giant from one of his trips, and maybe he's got a bigger elephant than any one ever saw before.”

”Nonsense!” laughed Ned. ”In the first place, Tom hasn't been on any trip, of late, except to Was.h.i.+ngton, and the only kind of elephants there are white ones.”

”Really?” asked Harry.

”No, that was a joke,” explained Ned. ”Anyhow, Tom hasn't any giant elephants concealed up his sleeve, I'm sure of that.”

”But what could this be?” asked Harry. ”It moved just like some big animal.”

”Probably some piece of machinery Tom was having carted from one shop to another,” went on the young bank clerk. ”Most likely he had it covered with a big piece of canvas to keep off the dew, and it was that you saw.”

”No, it wasn't!” insisted Harry, but he could not give any further details of what he had seen so that Ned could recognize it. They kept on until they reached the hill, at the bottom of which was the Swift home and the grounds on which the various shops were erected.

”Here's the place where you can look down right into the yard with the high fence around it,” explained Harry, as he indicated the spot.

”I can't see anything.”

”You have to climb up the tree,” Harry went on. ”Here, this is the one, and he indicated a stunted and gnarled pine, the green branches of which would effectually screen any one who once got in it a few feet above the ground.

”Well, I may as well have a look,” decided Ned. ”It can't do Tom any harm, and it may be of some service to him. Here goes!”

Up into the tree he scrambled, not without some difficulty, for the branches were close together and stiff, and Ned tore his coat in the effort. But he finally got a position where, to his surprise, he could look down into the very enclosure from which Tom was so particular to keep prying eyes.

”You can see right down in it!” Ned exclaimed.

”I told you so,” returned Harry. ”But do you see--it?”

Ned looked long and carefully. It was lighter, now that they were out of the clump of woods, and he had the advantage of having the last glow of the sunset at his back. Even with that it was difficult to make out objects on the surface of the enclosed field some hundred or more feet below.

”Do you see anything?” asked Harry again.

”No, I can't say I do,” Ned answered. ”The place seems to be deserted.”